A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise.
"Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Friday, November 06, 2009

time for a poem again

The young keep getting younger, but the old keep getting younger.But this young woman is young. We kiss.It's almost incest when it gets to this.This is the consensual, national, metrosexual hunger-for-younger.

I'm getting young.I'm totally strapping on the belt of dynamiteWhich will turn me into light.God is great! I suck Her tongue.

I mean - my sunbursts, and there are cloudbursts.My dynamite penisIs totally into Venus.My penis in Venus hungers and thirsts,

It burns and drowns.My dynamite penisIs into Venus.The Atlantic off Sagaponack is freezing black today and frowns.

I enter the jellyfish foldsOf floating fire.The mania in her labia can inspireExtraordinary phenomena and really does cure colds.

It holds the Tower of Pisa above the freezing black waves.The mania is whyI mention I am easily old enough to die,And actually it's the mania that saves

The Tower from falling over.Climbing Everest is the miracle - which leaves the descentAnd reporting to the world from an oxygen tentIn a soft pasture of cows and clover.

Happening girls parade around my hospice bed.The tented canopy means I am in the rue de Seine in Paris.It will embarrassMe in Paris to be dead.

A naked woman my age is just a total nightmare,But right now one is coming through the doorWith a mop, to mop up the cow flops on the floor.She kisses the train wreck in the tent and combs his white hair.